Twilight's Flash Fiction / Relatos cortos crepusculares

Tales from hell My tremendous life, full of murders and crimes has brought me here. I say well, here to Earth. There, where I come from, this destiny awaits the worst being, like the greatest of punishments. In reality, my crimes have their justification, even if it doesn't seem so. When I was very young, They were locked me up in filthy cubicles. From above, with huge pointed sticks they was   trying to inflict wounds on me, and finally they was allowing me to go out into a free space, or so I thought, because I tried to find an exit following the wall, and incomprehensibly ended up in the same place. It looked like a circular construction, I think that was the explanation. Then, after some time, they repeated it again, but this time one of them stood in front of me with something like a cape. I threw myself at him and hit him until he died. That was repeated a few more times for some time, and now, after my death it turns out that I am here and as I have been told, w...

The crypt As every year, following the Martian calendar, the spaceship landed silently near the cemetery. Silence. A sad silence was made when one by one they entered the crypt to honor their deceased, their famous deceased. Lights of the sunset. No one broke that silence and slowly, the numerous family prepared to return to the spaceship. The slow footsteps of the relatives leaving the cemetery could still be heard weakly, when from inside the superb stone construction, a strange whisper made the youngest of them turn towards the crypt. It was not the time to hear any sound from the crypt. The deceased rested on a huge bed lovingly prepared. Every five years, he woke up and the family came to spend the five hours of his resurrection with him. But that happened during the idus of the ternaries, that is, within three months. The young man ran to the crypt, opened the gate, entered the room and found Edgar sitting on his bed. "Hello Robert. I had to come back to life beca...

The Cathedral As a child, he had visited the cathedral with his parents. He was so impressed by that imposing space, the weak illumination of enormous blue candles and the endless elevation of the immense columns that he was certain that when he was older he would live there. He knew that that imposing black marble building would belong to him. Now, as bishop, was he entering that monument with the certainty that he would accompany it for the rest of his life, and that he would be buried there. His father had directed the construction of the cathedral many years before, and knew all the secrets of its structure. When he was little, he fed his imagination by talking to him about the hidden rooms, the endless corridors beneath the floor, and the strange circumstances in which the best stonemason died. Now all that belonged to him. One night, when the city was sleeping, he climbed into the dome and faced a small door. His father had warned him never to open it. With infinite curi...

Tears He took refuge in his thoughts. Outside, his senses only perceived noise. After a few moments, without knowing how, two twin tears began to slowly furrow his cheeks. Tears full of memories, of future pasts. Virgin tears, so pure that they was concentrating all the feeling of the universe. Tears for human suffering. Tears for having lived. Those tears contained everything. And they detached themselves from the cheeks and reached the ground. And the feeling, that it was themselves, was dispersed in thousands of small tears extending through the soil to reach the other end of the world. And so the feeling took over the Earth. Lágrimas Se refugió en sus pensamientos. Fuera, sus sentidos solo percibían ruido. Después de unos instantes, sin saber cómo, dos lágrimas gemelas empezaron a surcar, lentamente, sus mejillas. Lágrimas llenas de recuerdos, de pasados futuros. Lágrimas vírgenes, tan puras que concentraban todo el sentimiento del universo. Lágrimas por el sufrimien...

The room The little-lit room had become his only room. A vital room, sometimes sweet, sometimes hostile, but always surprising. There he was living the most unlikely adventures from the moment that his brain refused to obey him. Sometimes, the pale blue of its walls was the sky of an aviator in his flight through a spectacular storm. Other times it was a battlefield where he faced the armies of Genghis Khan. Other times, it was the engine room of a submarine in full battle against the forces of evil. One summer morning, someone opened the window wide and the penetrating light invited him to freedom. So without thinking about it, he threw himself through that long-awaited fissure into the future. What was surprising was that the psychiatric hospital nurses could see him floating, going out through the window, defying the laws of gravity, and heading for infinity, out of reach of everything and everyone. La estancia La estancia, poco iluminada, se había convertido en su ...

Souls Tom followed Ruhn and they both entered the access to the tunnel leaded to underground. Atoms in full transformation was shining multicolored spectra when radiation from diamond rocks was stricking them. And tiny beings timidly invaded the cloud of each atom to do their work. All this manifested itself in the eyes of Tom and Ruhn. And the small beings, realizing their presence, approached them and revealed to them that they were the emotions that are manifested in living beings, they were their soul. Almas Tom siguió a Ruhn y ambos entraron en el túnel de acceso al subsuelo. Átomos en plena transformación lucían espectros multicolores cuando la radiación de las rocas diamante incidía sobre ellos. Y seres minúsculos invadían tímidamente la nube de cada átomo para hacer su trabajo. Todo eso se manifestó a los ojos de Tom y Ruhn. Y los pequeños seres, percatándose de su presencia, se acercaron y les revelaron   que ellos eran las emociones que se manifiestan en lo...

The atom beings In the icy subsoil of Cron, illuminated by the radiation of the diamond rocks, trillions of beings the size of atoms work. These beings control the trajectories of electrons and modulate the characteristics of atoms to produce new compositions in the structure of matter. The atoms dialogue with these beings, emitting signals from the nucleus to ask them to intervene when they need to. The atom beings receive instructions from the Great Being to make up the matter that forms the universes. Ruhn discovered all this after asking Tom to accompany Cron to enter through the mark to the place of origin of the world. Los seres átomo En el gélido subsuelo de Cron, iluminado con la radiación de las rocas diamante, trabajan trillones de seres del tamaño de los átomos. Estos seres controlan las trayectorias de los electrones y modulan las características de los átomos para producir nuevas composiciones en la estructura de la materia. Los átomos dialogan con estos ser...